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Author's rantings and ravings: I've decided to go all out. Enjoy! One more thing I've forgot, disclaimers can be found in the first few chapters.
Part 6: Too bad it's not Shohoku
She bounded down the stairs, two at a time. She was wearing jeans and a long sleeved black shirt with a ring of fire in the center, her school bag flying behind her.
"Morning Mom, Dad!" Ayra greeted as she sat down for breakfast. "I need to rush, the school wants me to be slightly early today."
Her parents returned her greeting. "So early? But Takenori and Haruko haven't come down yet," commented her father.
"It's okay, I know how to get there." She grabbed her toast and lunch and started to tie on her shoes.
"Alright then. Your brother will pick you up, so remember to call him," reminded her mother. She grows so fast, she thought as she saw her daughter wave and run out at top speed. And more attractive. Aya...
She walked past the school gate and into the compound, hair in her high pony tail flying about and cheeks flushed from running.
Boys were drooling and a few were whacked by jealous girlfriends. A small number of lesbians eyed her appreciatively. Girls were envious as they studied her figure.
She looked around and walked about to try and find the general office.
Sendoh was kidding around with Koshino when someone caught his eye. A girl just walked into his school. She's not in uniform. She should be new, he thought. But she looks kind of familiar.
Koshino was also staring at her, open-mouthed. "Souka! Sendoh, she was the one from the train!" He said excitedly, punching into his hand. "No wonder I knew I saw her before."
Then it clicked. How could he not have seen that? She had that...American look, plus her face wasn't one you'd forget in a hurry. Right now she looked close to frustration. He figured he better offer his help before something happens.
Where is the freaking office?! She yelled in her mind. This pathetic building could at least provide signs pointing to the f-
"Hey," a voice greeted her cheerfully. "Need help?"
She whirled around and saw the spiky-haired boy from the train. What was his name? Akira Something. Never mind, it'll pop up later.
"General office. Please," she added as an afterthought. "I can't find it."
Sendoh gave his best smile. "No wonder, it's at the other side and in the building. I'll take you there." He was interested to note that his smile had no effect on her whatsoever. "Thank you," she said crisply and started walking. A strong wind blew then; her hair fanned out for a while, and then settled with going into one direction. Her cheeks had cooled down somewhat, though a reddish tinge still remained.
Sendoh thought he smelt something like a faint smell of roses from her direction, before hurrying to catch up with her.
Rukawa, for once, was walking to school.
His bike had finally retired. He had taken it out earlier and it collapsed completely. He frowned at the memory. Time to get a new bike, it seems. He must have been having too many crashes these days.
"Hey Haruko!" One of her friends ran up to her. Rukawa frowned again.
Oh right, Aya's sister. He wondered where she was.
"Where's Ayra? Isn't she in Shohoku?"
Haruko looked a little crestfallen. "No, it turns out that only Ryonan had space for her. Sad, I really wanted her to study here."
Well, that answered his question. Scowling as he saw more girls giggling at the sight of him, he walked into the school.
Ayra sat in front of the principal, trying not to stare at her guide. Why the hell is he here?
"Aratayashi...yes, we shall let you skip a grade and put you in class three- one, seeing your score for the SATs. The entrance exam is not necessary, but if you wish, you can still take it. Your uniform is in here," she gestured to a bag, "and the papers you need are in this file. Why don't you change while I talk to Sendoh here?"
"...Alright." She got up and left. Sendoh looked at her back. Aratayashi...
AAAAHHHHH!!!!
IT'S SHORT SHORTS!!! IT'S SHORT!!! DAMN SHORT!!!
WHAT ARE THESE JAPS THINKING?!?! AT LEAST THEY COULD MAKE IT LONG ENOUGH TO REACH THE MIDDLE OF THE THIGH!!! PERVERTIC MAN, WHOEVER MADE THESE UNIFORMS!!! YOU HAVE A SICK SENSE OF HUMOUR!!!
Calm down, Aratayashi. Calm down. Breathe in, breathe out. Skirt might be longer, don't worry. Take it out and change into it. You can wear the shorts underneath.
Sendoh was startled when he heard a second yell coming from the girl's restroom. Panicking, but not going inside, he paced about outside, worrying about the girl inside.
He smiled in relief when the door opened. "Aratayashi-san! What happened? You almost gave me a..."
She had a grumpy look on her face. But that wasn't what stopped him from finishing his sentence.
She looked liked a goddess.
Her hazel-coloured hair was wild, free from her high ponytail earlier on. It streamed onto her shoulders, into her eyes. There was something about her eyes that caught his attention, but before he could take a closer look she looked away.
"Don't. Never look at my eyes within a meter near me." She commanded, looking at the floor.
"Fine. So, why were you screaming?" He wanted to know.
"Skirt. Short skirt. Damn short skirt." Her voice took on an annoyed tone. "How can the girls stand it?"
He grinned. "Because they've got good-looking guys around and they want to impress us."
"Humph. And I did not scream. I yelled."
"No you didn't."
"Yes I did."
"No you didn't."
"Yes, I did. Or do you want me to show you the difference? Right into your ear?"
"I wouldn't mind, but Coach would if I were to suddenly go deaf."
"Like I care. Why are you here anyway? I thought class started already." She said, shifting her bag to the other arm.
He helped her by holding her files. "The principal said I was to be your peer guide, so now I have to take you around, help you with any problems and things like that. So that means you're stuck with me throughout."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?!?"
Review? Please????pretty please???? My day's been lousy.
Author's rantings and ravings: I've decided to go all out. Enjoy! One more thing I've forgot, disclaimers can be found in the first few chapters.
Part 6: Too bad it's not Shohoku
She bounded down the stairs, two at a time. She was wearing jeans and a long sleeved black shirt with a ring of fire in the center, her school bag flying behind her.
"Morning Mom, Dad!" Ayra greeted as she sat down for breakfast. "I need to rush, the school wants me to be slightly early today."
Her parents returned her greeting. "So early? But Takenori and Haruko haven't come down yet," commented her father.
"It's okay, I know how to get there." She grabbed her toast and lunch and started to tie on her shoes.
"Alright then. Your brother will pick you up, so remember to call him," reminded her mother. She grows so fast, she thought as she saw her daughter wave and run out at top speed. And more attractive. Aya...
She walked past the school gate and into the compound, hair in her high pony tail flying about and cheeks flushed from running.
Boys were drooling and a few were whacked by jealous girlfriends. A small number of lesbians eyed her appreciatively. Girls were envious as they studied her figure.
She looked around and walked about to try and find the general office.
Sendoh was kidding around with Koshino when someone caught his eye. A girl just walked into his school. She's not in uniform. She should be new, he thought. But she looks kind of familiar.
Koshino was also staring at her, open-mouthed. "Souka! Sendoh, she was the one from the train!" He said excitedly, punching into his hand. "No wonder I knew I saw her before."
Then it clicked. How could he not have seen that? She had that...American look, plus her face wasn't one you'd forget in a hurry. Right now she looked close to frustration. He figured he better offer his help before something happens.
Where is the freaking office?! She yelled in her mind. This pathetic building could at least provide signs pointing to the f-
"Hey," a voice greeted her cheerfully. "Need help?"
She whirled around and saw the spiky-haired boy from the train. What was his name? Akira Something. Never mind, it'll pop up later.
"General office. Please," she added as an afterthought. "I can't find it."
Sendoh gave his best smile. "No wonder, it's at the other side and in the building. I'll take you there." He was interested to note that his smile had no effect on her whatsoever. "Thank you," she said crisply and started walking. A strong wind blew then; her hair fanned out for a while, and then settled with going into one direction. Her cheeks had cooled down somewhat, though a reddish tinge still remained.
Sendoh thought he smelt something like a faint smell of roses from her direction, before hurrying to catch up with her.
Rukawa, for once, was walking to school.
His bike had finally retired. He had taken it out earlier and it collapsed completely. He frowned at the memory. Time to get a new bike, it seems. He must have been having too many crashes these days.
"Hey Haruko!" One of her friends ran up to her. Rukawa frowned again.
Oh right, Aya's sister. He wondered where she was.
"Where's Ayra? Isn't she in Shohoku?"
Haruko looked a little crestfallen. "No, it turns out that only Ryonan had space for her. Sad, I really wanted her to study here."
Well, that answered his question. Scowling as he saw more girls giggling at the sight of him, he walked into the school.
Ayra sat in front of the principal, trying not to stare at her guide. Why the hell is he here?
"Aratayashi...yes, we shall let you skip a grade and put you in class three- one, seeing your score for the SATs. The entrance exam is not necessary, but if you wish, you can still take it. Your uniform is in here," she gestured to a bag, "and the papers you need are in this file. Why don't you change while I talk to Sendoh here?"
"...Alright." She got up and left. Sendoh looked at her back. Aratayashi...
AAAAHHHHH!!!!
IT'S SHORT SHORTS!!! IT'S SHORT!!! DAMN SHORT!!!
WHAT ARE THESE JAPS THINKING?!?! AT LEAST THEY COULD MAKE IT LONG ENOUGH TO REACH THE MIDDLE OF THE THIGH!!! PERVERTIC MAN, WHOEVER MADE THESE UNIFORMS!!! YOU HAVE A SICK SENSE OF HUMOUR!!!
Calm down, Aratayashi. Calm down. Breathe in, breathe out. Skirt might be longer, don't worry. Take it out and change into it. You can wear the shorts underneath.
Sendoh was startled when he heard a second yell coming from the girl's restroom. Panicking, but not going inside, he paced about outside, worrying about the girl inside.
He smiled in relief when the door opened. "Aratayashi-san! What happened? You almost gave me a..."
She had a grumpy look on her face. But that wasn't what stopped him from finishing his sentence.
She looked liked a goddess.
Her hazel-coloured hair was wild, free from her high ponytail earlier on. It streamed onto her shoulders, into her eyes. There was something about her eyes that caught his attention, but before he could take a closer look she looked away.
"Don't. Never look at my eyes within a meter near me." She commanded, looking at the floor.
"Fine. So, why were you screaming?" He wanted to know.
"Skirt. Short skirt. Damn short skirt." Her voice took on an annoyed tone. "How can the girls stand it?"
He grinned. "Because they've got good-looking guys around and they want to impress us."
"Humph. And I did not scream. I yelled."
"No you didn't."
"Yes I did."
"No you didn't."
"Yes, I did. Or do you want me to show you the difference? Right into your ear?"
"I wouldn't mind, but Coach would if I were to suddenly go deaf."
"Like I care. Why are you here anyway? I thought class started already." She said, shifting her bag to the other arm.
He helped her by holding her files. "The principal said I was to be your peer guide, so now I have to take you around, help you with any problems and things like that. So that means you're stuck with me throughout."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?!?"
Review? Please????pretty please???? My day's been lousy.